This made my heart swell...

with emotion, and my eyes well with tears.

Stunning photographs, beautiful story.

Days with my Father

Remember to remember me...

Jeff Tweedy is quite possibly my #3.

#1 and I went to our fourth Wilco concert together last night, and as usual after I see Jeff Tweedy live, my heart is all aflutter. You all MUST go see Wilco (or Jeff solo... this probably might actually make my heart even more aflutter. ) live, right this second. I promise you will not be disappointed.

On another note, I've been MIA and I apologize. I needed to abstain from all (or most) forms of procrastination in order to get a ton of stuff done that I was, of course, procrastinating on doing. I haven't even let myself look at my Google reader for two weeks... which is unheard of for me. (I just checked, and I have 1019 posts to catch up on. Uh oh.) But, alas, I'm back... and I will leave you with this.

Your Boss is a Monkey

This is a very high-level and simple view of what I try to teach people for a living. Obviously there's a lot more that goes into it, but I thought it was a funny and easy-to-read description. Enjoy!

Your Boss is a Monkey.

I do not love...

Mr. Groundhog today. Really, you haven't had enough of winter yet this year? Places all over the country have been getting pummeled by snow and cold at record-breaking rates, yet you want to be comfy in your stupid hole for six more weeks? Boo to you, Punxsutawney Phil.



I do have to admit, though, this little (big) chubster is pretty darn cute.

It's story time!

When #1 and I first started dating, he would make me tell him stories about myself every night as we laid in bed. (Yup, pillow talk. But just talk.) Every night. Often times, I would get slightly (read: very) annoyed, and then pout. I hate (and hated) talking about myself. But that's why he made me do it. He probably wouldn't know very much about my past or how I got to be the way I am today if it weren't for our nightly story times.

I'm a locked safe full of interesting stories and dark secrets.

No, not really.

Honestly, I really just don't enjoy talking about myself, to anyone. I find it awkward and uncomfortable. I'm a firm believer that people don't want to listen to what you have to say, they want to listen to what they have to say. Except for me. I'd rather listen to what you have to say. Esp. when it comes to personal matters.

Nevertheless, #1 has taught me to open up a bit, and for that I'm grateful. Frankly, I think I've missed out on many friendships because of my inability to share much of myself. And that makes me sad. (Where is this deep blog speak coming from? Weird. Sorry for being such a Debbie downer!)

Anyway, although we don't have our nightly story times anymore, I'm still trying to work on making more friends being more open. Because of that, you lucky readers will get intermittent installments of Krystyna Stories. Please, try to hide your excitement. You're making me blush.

Since the above is kind of a story, today I'll just leave you with a few random bullet pointed facts about me.

• I'm one year away from getting my PhD in Psychology, and that year can't seem to go fast enough.
• I'm an only child. I hated being an only child when I was little (and still do... although I do have two sisters-in-law now, so that's really fun!). My parents would get foster children to come stay with us throughout my childhood, and that made me happy. It was awesome being a part time big or little sister.
  
• If I could pick my dream job, I would be a traveling food critic. I use the term critic loosely, though, as I'm sure I'd love all the food I would encounter.
• I'm so sick of living in (what I would consider) the Mid-West. Yet, much to my chagrin, when school is done, we'll probably be moving further into the (what others would consider the "real") Mid-West. Yippee!
• I once was attacked by swans. Seriously, threateningly, attacked. (I will most likely expand upon this bullet point in a future story installment.)
• My favorite color is red. Although, for the past year or so I've been completely in love with purple. I've never, ever changed my favorite color though, so I'm a little nervous to do so so late in life. Maybe they can both be my favorite for different reasons.
  
• I'm really bad at picking favorites. Except when it comes to colors.
• I wore a watch for the first time in probably 15+ years last month. (#1 got it for me for Christmas). Is that weird?

That's all the bullet points for now. I need to save some for future story times. Duh.

Oh, and is anyone else sick of the doppelganger thing on FB? And who are they kidding, it's been, like, doppelganger month, not doppelganger week. You're not a celebrity. Nor do you actually look like one. Get over it.

Okay, I'm sorry, that was mean and uncalled for. See, I get cranky when I have to talk about myself.